"Jer, I'm home baby," Marisa yelled, closing the apartment door and throwing down her bag. She walked into the kitchen in confusion, not finding her boyfriend in the living room either, she headed towards their bedroom; shrugging off her jacket and kicking off her shoes along the way. "Jeremy?" Marisa called, opening their bedroom door, and then stopping in her tracks. Jeremy was sitting...

"Please baby?" Marisa whimpered. She was aching with need, having waited her entire day off for her boyfriend to come home. She'd done nothing but fantasize about how badly she wanted him inside of her. He stood in front of her while she was on all fours on the edge of the bed, smirking slightly, his hands resting agonizingly calmly on his zipper. "Please what, Marisa?" he taunted, one...